The Almond Blossom

                                             A petal blowing,

                                                       perhaps it is snow,

                                             So light and delicate,

                                                       like the notes of an ode,

                                             Sung in the winter,

                                                       in the quiet of night,

                                             When sleep has o’ertaken

                                                       and dreams alight.

                                                         s.k.lindeman